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Wednesday, June 25, 2003

The past
Fades into nothingness
Meaninglessness

The years
Clouded by time
And fading memory

What's remembered
Is distant
An unrelated jumble

A piece of this
A flash of that
But real or imagined

An incomplete
An inaccurate picture
Of what was

I forget
What I should
Remember

And remember
What I fight so hard
To forget
There once was a boy name of Flynn
Who went to town for to sin
To him she looked great
So he went on a date
But his eyesight was clouded by gin
Fatigue surrounds me
It pervades my inner self
Body and soul together

Tuesday, June 24, 2003

summer has arrived
warming both body and soul
light renews within